Feeling Sad

"Nooooooooooooooo!!!" The scream tore through the air, raw and filled with fear. It came from a woman with fiery red hair, her presence radiating the aura of someone from the Mage class. Her trembling voice echoed around us, heightening the sense of urgency.

As I stared at her beautiful figure from behind, my gaze caught the unmistakable number #83,217 printed on the back of her robe. The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning—she must be the one. The one the alien prison guards were searching for.

This is unfortunate. I wished I could help her. I really did. But right now, I lack the power to do anything. Sadly, I knew this would be the last time I would ever see her. I don't think she's going to make it out alive.